"Remember what I said to you?" Liuliu Chongyan looked at the cold painting screen, as if he didn't want to talk to himself, so he answered his own question, "I said, it's better not to see me in this life, otherwise everything you have will disappear." ”

The last sentence was what Liu Chongyan didn't finish at the beginning, but Leng Huaping still reacted: "My child ......"

"Including your children!" Liu Chongyan said ruthlessly.

Leng Huaping tried hard to prop up his upper body, "Save my child, I beg you." ”

"Do you know what day it is?" Liu Chongyan suddenly asked an inconsequential word.

The cold painting screen desperately thought, but I didn't figure out what the day was. Liu Chongyan walked in front of the cold painting screen, looked at the filth in the room and said, "It seems that you really let go of the past." ”

One sentence made Leng Huaping quickly recall what day it was, the day she died in her previous life.

"I'm dead." Leng Huaping looked at Liu Chongyan with some puzzlement.

"In this life, your rebirth was exchanged for your life by Her Royal Highness the Lady in the previous life, and now you should have died, who are you going to give you a life?" Liu Chongyan looked at the newborn with a red face, and smiled a little coldly.

"My child?" Leng Huaping looked at the child lying next to him, and panicked: "You save him." ”

Liu Chongyan just hung the bell he brought over early in the morning around the child's neck, and soon the child began to breathe and cry, and Leng Huaping cried with joy: "Thank you, thank you." My baby. ”

At the door, I heard the sound of a baby crying, and then I laughed.

"You should know that your life is given to you by your child, and your child's life is given by your mother." Liu Chongyan said, "This kind of thing against the mandate of heaven, only your mother dares to do it." The blood on your body that was originally your mother has all gone to your child's body, but with his current body, he can't stand it. This bell will protect him until he is eighteen years old. At that time, whether he can live or not can only depend on the destiny of heaven. ”

"The last thing I like is to disobey the mandate of heaven." Liu Chongyan just left a sentence and left.

*

In spring, a hundred flowers bloom, and spring tells you how powerful the power of life is.

Leng Huaping and Xiao Jiuzhong were lying on this green grass together, the warm spring breeze was blowing, and the sound of birds was heard in their ears, watching Feng Yu and Skylark, who had become husband and wife, fighting the child happily.

"Huahua, do you think that the beauty of the good world lies in this?" Xiao Jiuzhong asked.

Leng Huaping listened to Xiao Jiuzhong's words and smiled lightly. Approaching Xiao Jiuzhong's ear, he whispered, and saw him laugh stupidly.

She said, "It's good if you're there." ”

At night, Xiao Jiuzhong held the newborn baby to Leng Huaping to take a look, and the wrinkled little face was so good-looking in her eyes.

"Is it good to call him?"

"Okay."

Xiao Jiuzhong named him: Xiao Nianwu.

Thoughts of nothingness, thoughts of being, and thoughts of not being present are not.

At this point, Liu Chongyan, who was far away in the National Teacher's Mansion, drank the tea that had cooled down on the table, leaned back in his chair, and looked out the window.

A bird flew from afar, landed on a branch, rested, and flew away again.

Where to fly?

Maybe it was flying to the window of the cold painting screen room and tilting his head to look at the newborn baby.

Well.

Xiao Nianwu.

That's another story.

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